Wildfire

What are you looking for?
What did you see?
Going in or out?
What’ll it be?

Now you got me thinking.
Looking both ways in the mirror,
Just to see what’s behind of me.

And I hope you catch your dreams,
Go far like a wildfire,

Hope you found a sucker in me,

Go on
Just,
Not with me.

Review Request (Intensity):

I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

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What did you think of my title?

How was my language use?

What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?

How does this theme appeal to you?

How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Last few words:

Yeah I guess she was like a wildfire. You come to realize at one point that you've spent enough time thinking about how others think of, or thought of you. You come to realize that you don't really fit into they're new lives, and that it's time to forget about them, even though they're still you're friends. Don't look at this as sad, depressing, or dark. Sort of a new beginning, to realize you've got a lot of other great people in your life.

I like the use of spare rhyme. I offer one suggestion only. Perhaps add the work "the" before "mirror".
That's the only change I could come up with. Sometimes poets shy from the use of articles that would make their language more natural for the expedience of maintaining meter. However, because of the loose meter of the poem I don't see this addition as problematic.

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley